THE DATS WHEN TIPTREE 
 WAS OUR PRIDE! 
 
 ADAPTED FROM THE POPULAR SONG “THE DAYS 
 
 WHEN WE WENT GIPSYING.'* 
 
 IN the days when TIPTBEE was our pride^ 
 
 Some forty years ago, 
 
 All at Race-time in their “ bettermost'* 
 
 Were dress’d from top to toe. 
 
 We danced, and sung the jocund song. 
 
 Beneath the floral wreath, 
 
 And nought but mirth and jollity 
 Was seen upon the Heathi 
 And thus the Race-time e’er we pass’d— 
 
 E’en horses scarce knew woel— 
 
 In the days when TIPTREE was our pride, 
 Some forty years ago. 
 
 Lads’ hearts were light — girls’ eyes were bright. 
 E’en nature’s self seem’d gay ; 
 
 The tents their tempting shelter spread. 
 
 And “sweets” perfumed the way. 
 
 ’Tvvas there we heard sweet music’s note 
 Sound sprightly through the air; 
 
 While every thing around seem’d form’d 
 To charm both beau and fair. 
 
 And thus the Race-time, &c. 
 
 We “ tumbled” up to every Show, 
 
 With lass or wife so dear. 
 
 And wish’d all were Saint James’s Days,— 
 
 It were then a happy year. 
 
 We curst “ ’Squire Simms,” with all our might, 
 And may such subjects be 
 Our standing jest — all men’s beside. 
 
 And glory to IlWTREBjI 
 And thus the Race-time, &c. 
 
 And when we yearly there again 
 Greet old familiar faces, 
 
 We’ll drink with both our heart and voice— 
 “Success to TIPTREE RACES!” 
 
 May they live long, and o’er foes reign. 
 
 And by the “scrouging” show. 
 
 That they’re again what they were once— 
 
 The joy of high and low ! 
 
 And e'er may all the Race-time pass— 
 
 No care to dull their brow — 
 
 As we did when TIPTREE was our pride. 
 Some forty years ago ! 
 
 JVLY, 1841. 
 
 London: PrinUd hy Henry Jackson^ Maiden Lane^ SohOi